Two girls, a cell phone and a long journey home

(Val) Saturday Morning. 5:28am. Stillwater Resort outside Wheatland, MO. It’s dark outside so I can’t see the view of the lake we were promised.

Cell phone alarms are handy, annoying little things. Ours went off about a half an hour ago which was approximately two and a half hours after we finally shut our yaps and went to sleep. Believe it or not, I am showered, dressed and ready to go.

Yes, my hair is still wet, my Lucas Oil Speedway wrist band is still in place, and I’m trying to figure out if I got each of my contacts in the correct eye, but I know that with rapid doses of sugar and caffeine, I’ll be awake enough to drive home. At least I don’t have a wedding to shoot this afternoon, just a couple of trees to help take down in my Dad's back yard.

The cabin Spring found for us is a pleasant surprise, at least it was in the dark when we got back here sometime after midnight. Since I’ll probably never see it in daylight, that impression will remain. We’re trying to figure out how to settle up our bill since Spring neglected to tell the owner we would be pulling out at first light, or earlier. My guess is that since he has her credit card number, it won’t really be much of an issue.

My navigator has already declared possession of the map, which must mean she’s riding shotgun again so I guess I’d better shut this laptop down, load up, and hit the trail, Dale. Since I can find no open internet access here, this missive will not be live from the road, but should show up right around the time that most intelligent people get up on a Saturday morning.

Holy cow, where’s a Denny’s when you need one?